Everywhere we go; we are in a big hurry. To the market or hairdresser; we do scurry. It cost more for some surgery on any holiday. There are specials, like half off on Friday. The most common tool is a small hand saw. To knock you out; you are hit in your jaw. Every patient drives up to the main dispatch. Most only leave with a small white patch. These drive-ins do not accept cases of charity. The most one might suffer is some irregularity. The patient gets to take home the used flatware. Of course, there is very little emotion of fanfare. Every sick patient tells their doctor what is wrong. Come before noon, cause they are playing ping pong. People like this, because their surgery is so fast. The only question ask is, "how long will it last?" Copyright (C) 1995 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
We have drive-ins everywhere we go. So why not surgery too?
This is one of many poems included in my poetry book, 'When
It's OK To Be Crazy!' I am hoping that you are enjoying them.
"A smile is worth a million!" Marva L. Dowdin
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